True Story

Because  I ruffle
more easily than the turtle,
I’m spending today’s sunshine
picking my teeth
with the leftover shards
of yesterday’s poem,
flossing out
any subtext I
might have missed
when that
naked guy waded
over to hear my
verse-in-progress and sent
thought’s rumbling
boxcar right
over the side
and into the

(The heavy-eyed reptile didn’t
so much as blink,
at his unsubtle
nor at my muttered
reading. I
don’t blame him;
the poem wasn’t
half yet done.)

26 thoughts on “True Story

  1. Do you know, I searched my whole photo library but found not a single turtle? Geese, check. Ducks, check. Squirrels, foxes, herons, fish, horses, deer. Sea lions. Iguanas. Alligators. Check and check. Even buffalo and bald eagles. My brother in antlers. Rabbit statuary. But not a single goddamn turtle.

  2. Oooh, I love this and your writing style! You have a nice blog setup too, and I love your tag line. I shall be visiting more often. Love.

    • Randy, while I am slightly wary of your profile nic, I’m very curious to go check out some of your own writings. I much appreciate your kind comment. That was the line that inspired the whole poem. 🙂

  3. Ha – gotta try picking my teeth with yesterday’s shards
    might inspire me!!!

    thanks for sharing this with One Shot

  4. This is an excellent piece. I can identify so easily with this in some manner. I thought the photo was an intentional mystery until I saw your comment, but I love the photo too.

    • Carl, what? You have naked guys coming up to you while you write too? And here I thought it was a pretty singular experience, lol.

      And the photo– yeah, when I couldn’t find a turtle this was for some reason an obvious second choice. Not sure exactly, but the “in-your-face-ness” of this goose just somehow seemed appropriate to the theme…

      Thanks for stopping by; always appreciate one of your visits.

    • wow! thanks, Annmarie. High praise indeed, from you. I’ll be sure to include it when ever I put together my “Joanna’s Greatest Hits” album. 😉

  5. Thanks, everybody, for your kind comments. Humorous stuff is kinda rare for me– glad it seemed to make y’all smile.

    Sparkles, Lori– appreciate it. I admit that every time I open this page and am faced with that goose staring at me front & center, it cracks me up too. (Eh, it’s the little things in life, I guess.)

    Peter, brian, ayala– much thanks for your thoughts, as ever. Always appreciate the visit.

    john, misery, Reflections– thanks for stopping by; you’re welcome to drop in any time!

    Cheers, all 🙂

  6. Well, that was a trip and a half. Reading through the poem about 4 times, it finally occurred to me that the story you tell is very subtle in terms of ramming home (hahahaha) the point of a an elongated encounter with the easily aroused. Very apt metaphor (or at least I hope its a metaphor… if not I suppose beware of naked dudes @ poetry readings.) Reads marvelously as always, hope all is well & talk to you soon. Take care,


  7. Rose, likewise about the One Shot; it’s such a great way to connect.

    Richard, lol. If an apology would have prolonged the experience, I’m glad he didn’t!

    crb– People often give my imagination more credit than it deserves; I tend to write more literally than some would think. As is the case here. No metaphor, sadly. All too real. :O (Not to scare you away from Richmond, or anything…)



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